Teens like a lot of the same things adults do: smart people doing amazing things against awful odds.

But why allow someone to make a bad choice when a little information might engender a better one? It's hard to wake up and see the sun if the blinds are pulled.

Keep your vampire mitts off me. I'm not your friggin' blood toy.

I didn’t mean now,” he protested. “I’m not going to raise the child. I’m having enough trouble with Rachel.

What are you doing in Nicky's room, Rachel? Oooh! He summoned you to the west coast, didn't he? Did you kill him? Good for you taking care of that little problem? I should give you a bunny!" - Algaliarept

I thought Trent should get over his pixy paranoia and admit he had an eerie attraction to them, like every other pure-blood elf I’d met. So he liked pixies. I liked double-crunch ice cream, but you didn’t see me avoiding it in the grocery store.

They weren’t idiots, but I attracted trouble that just begged me to beat it into submission.